Go Green [On the screen]…
‘Please help me in my Chicken bung’ was the message I received few days back from my friend making me realize how much we are addicted to Facebook or per say Farmvilla. It did bothered my a lot when Facebook access was denied in my company. Quick 1-2 min break to peep-in to my friend’s life used to help my KRA grades. Really am not kidding… I scored some 10% less than my previous quarter after many fun sites were blocked. We need a booster like 'farming' to keep us up on our toes. To harvest the crops, to milk the cow, to pat your cat, to love & collect horse hair are necessary things. Company should understand that we are just being Eco-Friendly. “Go Green [On your screen]”. Sometimes I feel like calling those animal lovers to protest against the ban of Facebook in all the offices across the world.
One day I was at home playing on my laptop, when mom called me. I told her I am busy doing Farming. To her least interest, she gave me that typical mommy look which she always preserve for such occasions n said, “Jara gharatali 4 kama kara” [Do some household work]. That was a clear warning in polite words to STOP! How can one concentrate when your seeds are about to weathered or when your flowers are about to droop. I need to water then regularly. Once it’s time to bed I again login to fetch my hungry chickens and collect fruits from the trees which gives me plenty of fruits 24/7 and a good amount of cash/coins. I just wish I could use those cash to buy real fruits. “Bhaiya, jara 1000 FV coins ke seeb dena’. After all I am one of the richest farmers having big farm, plenty of trees, animals, outhouse, tractor, harvester, etc etc. List is unending. Oh! Not to forget School / Library / Post office of my own and a luxurious Villa. To give an Indian touch I recently got a ‘Rickshaw’.
Farmvilla helps for increasing GK too. I was not aware that a farmer can earn fuel by just lending a hand to neighbor’s farm without actually paying for it. Also, ugly duckling if looked after and cared properly gets transformed into a beautiful swan. My granny never ended her ugly duckling story in this way. Now I see to it that I update the latest version of all the stories to my niece, she deserves to know. Facebook also helped me in searching the names of some xyz friend. I am very bad at remembering names and thus search the name in Facebook. I have some 60 neighbors in Farmvilla whom I know personally. Actually all added people in my Facebook are known people to me. Relatives, School, college, trek friends are all in the list. Facebook helps me to keep track of what is happening in my so-called name forgotten friend’s life. It’s important to know who ‘The Friend of The day’ is. But I care so much about my friend privacy that I hardly buzz her or write on the wall. Also one can tally astrologer say, at the end of the day. ‘Your lucky colour is Persian Blue’. Oh! And I went to office wearing aqua blue. Now I know the reason why my boss was not able to digest my suggestion. Next time will make sure to first login to Facebook, check the lucky colour of the day and then directly ask for increment. One of my friend has managed to reach level 70+ of Farmvilla and has got some 600+ friends. Wow! he got to be a known personality and famous than Big B, Bill Gates or Mallika Sherawat.
Yesterday I visited my Dr. friend. Waiting at the lobby I saw one old lady searching for some help. She was an addict. She was looked so perfect except that she was searching for the board which says, 'your problem of the day is' and liked by some 100 people. Once she was done I went inside just to say hi-hello to my friend. My friend looked really worried. When asked she said that the old lady has a new modern and weird addiction called FA 'Facebook Addiction'. She found out about her addiction after reading a wall from her friend which said, 'Sorry for loss of your husband last week'. Till then she was not even aware of it. So FA - Facebook addiction has added to the list of addictions.
Oh! my seeds are fully grown. I need to go and harvest those. Bye bye....
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